Instead of fighting I spare my heart.
My body is broken from the conformity
I have forced upon it.

My lucidity has been devoured by your past.
All because I remained silent in the presence
Of a great wrong doing.

I can feel bits of my soul drip down and fall
Away in the grate that leads to the sewage,
The sewage that is my comfortlessness.

This love weakens me like a disease.
Hope has splintered and now it is I
Who has lost faith.

So where do the faithless turn
They turn into themselves.
For salvation.

I cannot fight a battle that should never
Have been brought to my doorstep.
I have no truculence for that.

My faith was lost as the words rolled
From your mouth and pierced my reality
Like tiny little bullets.

Here I sit. Silent.
Faithless
Fated.